This word was born during the time
of the wandering stars.
Every morning, it lifts its
eyes towards heaven.
It lives in Burracho Beach, California.
Its mother is Emma Bovary.
Its father is Ebenezer Scrooge.
This word is a cool remove
from the language of the heart.
Its mouth is small, cold, and bitter.
Its heart is buried
beneath a pile of pennies.
Its soul is a gilded cage
holding two confused doves.
Every evening this word
buries its face in its hands.
